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[Görkem Akçayöz @Hayaleeth]

Şu siteye "olm aklındakileri yaz, yeminle popi olursun" gazlarıyla geldim,şimdi 2'den fazla fav gelince balkona çıkıp havaya ateş açıyorum

[jön musti @oleyimkurtulun]

ankara’ya bayılıyorum ya kız yanımdan ağlayarak geçiyor kafenin önündeki adam da buyrun içerde ağlayın çayımız nargilemiz var diyor.

[Mr PitBull Stories @MrPitbull07]

Look at this photograph.

It’s 1968.

The man carrying this little boy on his shoulders is not his father.

His father has just left.

Left his mother.
Left their home.
Left for another life.

And the man who showed up — who drove 45 minutes across London just to check on a 5-year-old boy whose world had suddenly fallen apart — is holding him steady with both hands while the child laughs at the top of his lungs.

That drive would inspire the best-selling Beatles single of all time.

The boy’s name was Julian Lennon.

And he has never quite known how to feel about it.

Julian Charles John Lennon was born on April 8, 1963.

Four days earlier, The Beatles had released their first album.

His father, John Lennon, was becoming one of the most famous people on Earth.

From the beginning, music came first.

The touring.
The recording.
The chaos.
The fame.

Julian came after all of it.

Paul McCartney, however, had known Julian since he was a baby. He watched him grow up while the world around the Beatles became louder and stranger and harder to survive.

Then, in May 1968, John told Cynthia Lennon their marriage was over.

He had fallen in love with Yoko Ono.

Cynthia later said she came home from vacation and found Yoko already there.

Just like that, the family was broken apart.

Julian was five years old.

Paul McCartney decided to drive out to see Cynthia and Julian.

No cameras.
No publicity.
No grand gesture.

Just a friend showing up because a little boy was hurting.

And during that drive, Paul started humming.

“Hey Jules… don’t make it bad…”

Later, he changed “Jules” to “Jude.”

The song became “Hey Jude.”

Released in August 1968, it spent nine weeks at No. 1 in America, sold millions of copies, and became the biggest-selling Beatles single in history.

But for Julian Lennon, the song carried two truths at once.

To the world, it became comfort.
To him, it became memory.

A reminder that his father had walked away.

And that another man had stepped in long enough to help carry the weight.

Years later, Julian admitted he has a “love-hate relationship” with the song.

Because every stadium singalong…
Every radio replay…
Every well-meaning person saying “Your song!”…

Also brings him back to that moment when his childhood changed forever.

Yet even through all the complicated feelings, one thing never changed:

He never forgot that Paul showed up.

Not because he had to.
Not because it benefited him.

But because a child needed kindness.

Look at the photograph one more time.

A little boy laughing with his whole body.
A man holding him securely on his shoulders.
Two hands making sure he doesn’t fall.

Julian doesn’t know yet about the divorce.
About the fame.
About the legal battles.
About inheritance disputes.
About the strange burden of having your pain turned into one of the most famous songs ever written.

Right now, he only knows one thing:

Someone came.

And sometimes, for a child, that is everything.

[Mimi @mimi_liberation]

♡

[goma @soigomaa]

My "Roman Empire is the realization that my life is a lottery win. Somewhere in Sudan, Pålestine, iran, Afghanistan, Iraq or Congo, there is a boy smarter than me. He is more disciplined, more resilient, and holds more potential in his single finger than I do in my entire career.
The only difference? I am siting in a train and he is sting in the rubble of his dreams.
My "bad days" are his wildest dreams.
My "burnout" is a luxury he can't afford because his only job is staying alive.
It's geographical luck and it's a haunting injustice that we all refuse to acknowledge and look away

[Rec.ep @Garishandshowy]

Dinlerden,ülkelerden,milletlerden bağımsız olarak söylüyorum şöyle bir olay insanın kalbine dokunmuyorsa o insandan umudunuzu kesin.

[Stephen Gibbons @Gibboanxious]

Jim Henson died on this day in 1990. RIP

[soli @solisolsoli]

Black Cat by Maya Fidawi

[PmAmTraveller @pmamtraveller]

“Inner Mongolian Child” by Han Chengli

[Poe's Law, Esq: Poe's Lawyer @dyingscribe]

HOPIUM BROS, CHIME IN

[Zeki Enes Akkan @zekienesakkan]

Sarı kediye "sarman" denir. Sarı denmez, orange denmez, ginger denmez. "Sarman" denir.

Üstelik görünüşe bakılırsa "sarman" sözcüğünün "sarı" ile ilgisi yok, "birisine salça olmak, musallat olmak, dalaşmak" anlamındaki "sarmak" fiilinden geliyor. "Belalı" demek bir nevi. Sarı tüylü kedilere sonradan yakıştırılmış.

[ᅠ ᅠ @greenvibe]

Classic Turkish way: green plums dipped in salt.